Chapter 35: Thursday the Thirty-first

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌⁠I hardly know how to begin. But it must be written or I'll suddenly go mad and start to bite the shack walls. Last night, after Percy had helped me turn the bread-mixer (for, whatever happens, we've at least got to eat) I helped him pack. Among other things, he found a copy of Housman's Shropshire Lad and after running through it announced that he'd like to read me two or three little things out o